From the window of her kitchen, she watched him working, building the campfire. The sun had begun to sink toward the horizon, casting an orange glow across the fields and painting long shadows in front of the treelines. She saw the kindling catch with a small flame and Austin sat back on his haunches watching the fire grow. He was almost in silhouette, his back toward her, his broad shoulders clothed in checked flannel. And that damn Stetson!
She grinned. She loved that Stetson. It made Austin who he was.
She pulled a couple of bottles of beer from the fridge, grabbed a blanket from the sofa and walked out onto the decking, her long dress rustling against her legs. The air was still warm despite the setting sun, the hum of the wildlife as a backdrop. Birds starting to settle themselves in the treetops surrounding her cabin. Her little piece of heaven.
“I hope one of those is for me?” Austin was standing now, adding logs to the fire. She walked to meet him, watching the embers float to the sky as the flames rose in front of them.
“Here,” she says, handing him a bottle. He takes it from her with one hand, and snakes the other arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. “Hey you,” he says, huskily, before meeting her lips with his. He smelt of smoke and hay, from working with the horses all day, and though he was warm against her body, she felt a shiver run through her on feeling him close.
She broke away from him long enough to lay out the blanket, and for a while they sat together, drinking beer, watching the sun set. She leaned her head against his shoulder while he talked, and when she set down her empty bottle, she turned to face him. She knelt next to him as he took another swig, admiring his strong profile, his stubbled jawline, and watching his throat move as he swallowed. He licked his lips and noticed her watching him. Leaning back against one arm, he grinned at her.
“And what exactly are you thinking, darlin’?”
She couldn’t help but grin back at him, he could read her like a book. As the fire crackled next to them, and the sun slowly crept below their line of vision, she leant forward and drew her hand down his chest, coming to rest at his belt.
“I’m thinking I would like to fuck you under the stars, darlin’.”
He chuckled loudly, and reached for her hand, pulling her so she ended up straddling his waist. She leaned over him, her flame red hair falling to either side of their faces as her lips brushed his, his hands resting on her hips. She brought her hand up to his face, running her fingertips along his jaw and down to his collar. His skin was already heating beneath his shirt.
“Would you like me to fuck you?” she breathed against his mouth, her heart rate becoming more rapid as his hands pulled her hips more firmly against him.
“I would love you to fuck me,” came his throaty reply, his fingers running through her hair, tucking wayward strands behind her ear before burying his hand in her tresses and pulling her mouth to his. Their tongues immediately found each other, exploring each other and hungry for one another. She pulled back from him, her breathing heavy and rapid. His eyes were dark, his desire growing, his lips parted and slightly swollen from their kiss. She unbuttoned his shirt, allowing her fingers to graze the skin of his exposed chest as she did so. He had the physique of a man who worked hard, strong musculature from labouring with the animals and the upkeep of the stables. She parted the fabric of his shirt and her hands began to wander across his chest. When her fingers trailed into the soft hair beneath his bellybutton, he leaned back on both arms and allowed his head to drop back, letting out a contented groan. She leaned over him, and traced her lips over the path her hands had just taken, planting kisses across his pecs and abdomen. Austin began wriggling his hips, demanding her attention lower down, causing her to grin again.
“Impatient are we, darlin’?” she asked, as her fingers began unbuckling his belt. She could feel through the denim how aroused he had become, causing her body to heat in response. She shuffled her body down his legs as she unbuttoned the fly of his jeans revealing his erection pushing against the thin cotton of his shorts. She planted kisses along his lower abdomen, toward his groin, whilst tugging the restrictive material lower down. As his cock sprang free from his shorts, he gasped as she took the base firmly in her hand. She lowered her head to meet his flesh, taking the head between her hungry lips, swirling her tongue around his as she did so. She felt her legs tense beneath her, and she took him deeper in her mouth, her thumb massaging his balls and fingers gripping him more tightly. As she moved her mouth along his shaft, she sucked against his flesh. She settled into a steady rhythm, her hand and mouth moving in unison. She could taste the saltiness of him mixing with her saliva, the heat of his cock against her tongue.
She planted her other hand on his stomach to stabilise herself, and she felt his hand suddenly grip her wrist, squeezing her in time with her rhythmic movements. She could hear his breathing now, guttural groans from his throat growing more rapid. The sound of his breathing, the taste of him, the heat of his body, were all driving the growing heat inside of her. Having this man beneath her, driving his arousal and making him melt was her greatest turn on.
She withdrew her lips from him, while keeping the momentum with her hand around his length, and looked up at the man before her. Head still fallen back, chest rising and falling heavily, a thin film of perspiration on his skin despite the now cool evening air.
“Austin,” she breathed, moving herself up his body. He lifted his head and met her gaze, his eyes unfocused, his lips parted. She positioned herself above his waist and gathered the fabric of her dress around her. The hand that was gripping her wrist moved to her thigh, his thumb grazing her skin, sending tingles to her core.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he chuckled quietly, as his fingertips moved across her hip. She smiled back at him as he licked his lips, and using her hand to position his cock beneath her, she lowered herself to meet him.
As his head began to part her folds and she sank onto him, she let out a deep moan. She released the base of his shaft from her grasp and used both hands to steady herself as she leaned backwards, arching her lower back as he filled her completely. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to be consumed by sensation - the cool air against her heated skin, the coiling tension in her lower abdomen where his body was moving against hers with a delicious friction. She felt Austin’s upper body rise to meet her, his hands on her arse cheeks pulling her closer to him, his hips moving beneath her. She knelt upright, her hips continuing to roll and rotate against him, her hands knocking the Stetson from his head as she grabbed his head, her fingers buried in his hair. As her mouth found his, she felt his hand moving between their bodies, his thumb finding her entrance and circling her clit. She moved to open her thighs completely, feeling him filling her cunt and his hand working against her clit, his tongue dancing with hers, filling her mouth. Her orgasm took her over quickly, her hips bucking against him, her release causing her body to shudder. As her walls pulsated, she could feel his cock deep inside her as he succumbed to his own undoing. Letting out a final cry, she tipped her head toward the sky. As her body began to still, and Austin’s arm drew her tightly against his body, she opened her eyes. The stars now glowed brightly above them, the air still and quiet except for their breathing and the occasional crackle from the dying fire.
Austin released his grip a little and planted a kiss on her throat. She felt him reach away, then placed his Stetson on her head. She looked at him quizzically with a grin, and he replied to her silent question,
“Well, ride the cowboy, darlin’, you need to wear the hat!”